Chapter 21-
A/N: Hi!! I just wanted to say thanks for hanging on so long. I really liked writing this and like I said, I have it all done. I'm posting one chapter a week until they're all up. I also want to write a sequel to kind of say where they end up and I have a plot already thought out for what that could be about. Tell me if I should write it. Thanks so much!
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Hermione-Granger-420- I'm glad you like this!
Rebeca Ryan- I'm glad you liked this so much. Thanks for reviewing.
Katina Wellson- Thanks so much for reviewing. LOL I liked when Draco got up too. I loved his threat. Hehe.
shelly202- I'm glad you like this so much. I am trying to hurry with the posting.
Jammy- Thank you so much. I know that chapter was very not-unique, but I kinda just wanted to fill in the empty spaces, ya know? Keep reading!
Cold-Eyes-For-You- Yeah, it's sad about the war, but it has to happen eventually, right? Thanks for reading!
Debatingqueen- Yes, I'm happy everything's alright again. Keep reviewing!
overXposed- You really like them snogging, don't you? Hehe. Don't wanna make Ron sick, though. LOL Thanks so much for being a faithful reviewer.
It had been weeks since the school began seriously preparing for war. The constant threat of danger hung over the school; there was never a feeling of relaxation.
There came one day when, right after everyone went to bed, Harry got an odd sensation in his scar. He put his hand over it, trying to decipher the cause of the feeling. He felt a strange, happy sensation. But it wasn't a cheerful kind of happy; it was an eager kind of happy. It wasn't his feeling though. It must be Voldemort's emotions, he thought. It's going to happen soon, he thought to himself. Very soon.
The next day was a Friday. Due to all the extensive classes, Dumbledore gave the students the day off. Harry and Ron had learned to accept Draco, even if they didn't particularly like him.
They decided to spend the day outside. It was quite beautiful outside. The sun was shining and the blue sky held only a handful of light, fluffy clouds.
"It's pretty warm out here," Hermione said. "I think I'm going to change into something cooler," she said, indicating her clothes. She started back into the castle, leaving Ron, Harry, and Draco to...bond.
"What caused us to be enemies?" Harry asked Draco out of nowhere.
"What do you mean?" Draco asked.
"We've been rivals so long, I don't even remember why it started," Harry explained. Draco shrugged.
"You didn't want to be my friend because I didn't like Weasley. I was so molded into my father then. I'm just glad that's over," he admitted.
"Yeah, you're not as evil as I thought," Ron put in. Draco laughed; not smirked, but actually laughed. Finally the ice between the three boys melted and they actually began to act as friends. Anyone who knew them wouldn't believe it, but they realized that their rivalry was a childish one that should have ended years ago.
About an hour later, Harry realized they had been there awhile.
"Where's Hermione?" he asked. "She should have been back already."
"Maybe she decided to stay inside or got caught up talking to someone," Ron suggested.
"Yeah, that must be it," Harry agreed. They went back in and decided to turn in early. They looked for Hermione but to no avail. They should have found her by now. Where could she be?
Hermione awoke, her head pounding. She immediately realized that she didn't know where she was. She was in an old room, lying on a hard, cement floor. Her hands were tied together, as were her feet. Then she realized that she wasn't alone. A man in a long black cloak was standing near the door. He was wearing a Death Eater mask.
Hermione's heart began to race as she fought to remember what had happened. She had gone back to the castle to change clothes. On her way, something had hit her on the head. She felt herself being carried away quickly, then blacked out. Oh, very helpful, she thought sarcastically. She wanted to ask the man what was going on, but she was too afraid.
Suddenly, the door opened and another man came in. He was tall and skinny with long robes, but no hood or mask. His skin was so white, and his eyes were thin slits. There was no mistaking him. It was Voldemort.
An icy fist of fear punched into her stomach as she realized the danger of the situation. She was going to die. She just knew it. No sooner than she thought this, Voldemort turned to her and she whimpered.
"Ah, you're finally awake," Voldemort said softly. Now that he had a body, he seemed much more different than Harry described to her. True, Harry had seen him get the body, but she hadn't asked him to relive any of the details. Seeing Voldemort for herself, she didn't think he could have.
She didn't answer as she watched him cross the room. She found it odd that now, without a hood and a group of followers, he seemed like a normal person. But she knew what he was capable of. Judging by the lack of light shining throught the small, cracked window, it was at least midnight.
"You're a bit quieter about this than I expected," Voldemort commented. Each time he spoke, it was soft and gave Hermione an eerie feeling.
"Where am I?" she got up the courage to ask.
"Well, Miss Granger, I unfortunately cannot say," he answered.
"How do you know my name?" she asked, trying not to act scared.
"Oh, I know more than your name," he laughed. "I know you are a sixth year Gryffindor, your parents are muggles, and most importantly, you are best friends with Harry Potter." Hermione got tears in her eyes.
"Oh, no, you didn't do anything to my parents, did you?" she cried.
"Silly girl, I don't care about killing muggles anymore. You're a smart girl; you must have figured out why you're here by now," he said, smiling evilly. Her mind raced. This all seemed so familiar. Finally, it clicked. She had seen this before. In her dream.
"Harry," she whispered. Voldemort smirked.
"Yes. See your friend Harry has that 'save the innocent' gene. His father had it, as did his mother. Compassionate people like himself are easy to manipulate. Too easy," he said smiling.
"Hermione's gone," Harry confirmed.
"How do you know for sure?" Ron asked. It was three o'clock in the morning and they were huddled under the invisibility cloack. Surprisingly, Draco was with them.
"Well we haven't seen her since this afternoon and she's nowhere to be found," Harry pointed out.
"Maybe we just missed her," Draco suggested, but Harry shook his head.
"No, I checked the Maurauder's Map, too. She's not on these grounds at all," Harry said sadly.
"What's the Maurauder's Map?" Draco asked suspiciously.
"It's a map of the whole school and grounds. It shows each person here and where they are," Ron explained.
"It was my father's," Harry added. "And don't tell anyone about it, either."
"Ok, ok, back to Hermione," Draco said. "What should we do? We've got to find her." Just then, a loud, wailing sound echoed throughout the school. Students came rushing into the corridors in their nightclothes. Harry, Ron, and Draco threw off the invisibility cloak and ran out of the library.
"What's going on?" Harry yelled over the noise.
"It's the alarm." The color drained out of Draco's face as he spoke. "The war siren."
A/N: I hope you like this so far. I know this was short, but I tried. Please review!!
A/N: Hi!! I just wanted to say thanks for hanging on so long. I really liked writing this and like I said, I have it all done. I'm posting one chapter a week until they're all up. I also want to write a sequel to kind of say where they end up and I have a plot already thought out for what that could be about. Tell me if I should write it. Thanks so much!
danradcliffe6656- Thanks so much for reading and reviewing!
Hermione-Granger-420- I'm glad you like this!
Rebeca Ryan- I'm glad you liked this so much. Thanks for reviewing.
Katina Wellson- Thanks so much for reviewing. LOL I liked when Draco got up too. I loved his threat. Hehe.
shelly202- I'm glad you like this so much. I am trying to hurry with the posting.
Jammy- Thank you so much. I know that chapter was very not-unique, but I kinda just wanted to fill in the empty spaces, ya know? Keep reading!
Cold-Eyes-For-You- Yeah, it's sad about the war, but it has to happen eventually, right? Thanks for reading!
Debatingqueen- Yes, I'm happy everything's alright again. Keep reviewing!
overXposed- You really like them snogging, don't you? Hehe. Don't wanna make Ron sick, though. LOL Thanks so much for being a faithful reviewer.
It had been weeks since the school began seriously preparing for war. The constant threat of danger hung over the school; there was never a feeling of relaxation.
There came one day when, right after everyone went to bed, Harry got an odd sensation in his scar. He put his hand over it, trying to decipher the cause of the feeling. He felt a strange, happy sensation. But it wasn't a cheerful kind of happy; it was an eager kind of happy. It wasn't his feeling though. It must be Voldemort's emotions, he thought. It's going to happen soon, he thought to himself. Very soon.
The next day was a Friday. Due to all the extensive classes, Dumbledore gave the students the day off. Harry and Ron had learned to accept Draco, even if they didn't particularly like him.
They decided to spend the day outside. It was quite beautiful outside. The sun was shining and the blue sky held only a handful of light, fluffy clouds.
"It's pretty warm out here," Hermione said. "I think I'm going to change into something cooler," she said, indicating her clothes. She started back into the castle, leaving Ron, Harry, and Draco to...bond.
"What caused us to be enemies?" Harry asked Draco out of nowhere.
"What do you mean?" Draco asked.
"We've been rivals so long, I don't even remember why it started," Harry explained. Draco shrugged.
"You didn't want to be my friend because I didn't like Weasley. I was so molded into my father then. I'm just glad that's over," he admitted.
"Yeah, you're not as evil as I thought," Ron put in. Draco laughed; not smirked, but actually laughed. Finally the ice between the three boys melted and they actually began to act as friends. Anyone who knew them wouldn't believe it, but they realized that their rivalry was a childish one that should have ended years ago.
About an hour later, Harry realized they had been there awhile.
"Where's Hermione?" he asked. "She should have been back already."
"Maybe she decided to stay inside or got caught up talking to someone," Ron suggested.
"Yeah, that must be it," Harry agreed. They went back in and decided to turn in early. They looked for Hermione but to no avail. They should have found her by now. Where could she be?
Hermione awoke, her head pounding. She immediately realized that she didn't know where she was. She was in an old room, lying on a hard, cement floor. Her hands were tied together, as were her feet. Then she realized that she wasn't alone. A man in a long black cloak was standing near the door. He was wearing a Death Eater mask.
Hermione's heart began to race as she fought to remember what had happened. She had gone back to the castle to change clothes. On her way, something had hit her on the head. She felt herself being carried away quickly, then blacked out. Oh, very helpful, she thought sarcastically. She wanted to ask the man what was going on, but she was too afraid.
Suddenly, the door opened and another man came in. He was tall and skinny with long robes, but no hood or mask. His skin was so white, and his eyes were thin slits. There was no mistaking him. It was Voldemort.
An icy fist of fear punched into her stomach as she realized the danger of the situation. She was going to die. She just knew it. No sooner than she thought this, Voldemort turned to her and she whimpered.
"Ah, you're finally awake," Voldemort said softly. Now that he had a body, he seemed much more different than Harry described to her. True, Harry had seen him get the body, but she hadn't asked him to relive any of the details. Seeing Voldemort for herself, she didn't think he could have.
She didn't answer as she watched him cross the room. She found it odd that now, without a hood and a group of followers, he seemed like a normal person. But she knew what he was capable of. Judging by the lack of light shining throught the small, cracked window, it was at least midnight.
"You're a bit quieter about this than I expected," Voldemort commented. Each time he spoke, it was soft and gave Hermione an eerie feeling.
"Where am I?" she got up the courage to ask.
"Well, Miss Granger, I unfortunately cannot say," he answered.
"How do you know my name?" she asked, trying not to act scared.
"Oh, I know more than your name," he laughed. "I know you are a sixth year Gryffindor, your parents are muggles, and most importantly, you are best friends with Harry Potter." Hermione got tears in her eyes.
"Oh, no, you didn't do anything to my parents, did you?" she cried.
"Silly girl, I don't care about killing muggles anymore. You're a smart girl; you must have figured out why you're here by now," he said, smiling evilly. Her mind raced. This all seemed so familiar. Finally, it clicked. She had seen this before. In her dream.
"Harry," she whispered. Voldemort smirked.
"Yes. See your friend Harry has that 'save the innocent' gene. His father had it, as did his mother. Compassionate people like himself are easy to manipulate. Too easy," he said smiling.
"Hermione's gone," Harry confirmed.
"How do you know for sure?" Ron asked. It was three o'clock in the morning and they were huddled under the invisibility cloack. Surprisingly, Draco was with them.
"Well we haven't seen her since this afternoon and she's nowhere to be found," Harry pointed out.
"Maybe we just missed her," Draco suggested, but Harry shook his head.
"No, I checked the Maurauder's Map, too. She's not on these grounds at all," Harry said sadly.
"What's the Maurauder's Map?" Draco asked suspiciously.
"It's a map of the whole school and grounds. It shows each person here and where they are," Ron explained.
"It was my father's," Harry added. "And don't tell anyone about it, either."
"Ok, ok, back to Hermione," Draco said. "What should we do? We've got to find her." Just then, a loud, wailing sound echoed throughout the school. Students came rushing into the corridors in their nightclothes. Harry, Ron, and Draco threw off the invisibility cloak and ran out of the library.
"What's going on?" Harry yelled over the noise.
"It's the alarm." The color drained out of Draco's face as he spoke. "The war siren."
A/N: I hope you like this so far. I know this was short, but I tried. Please review!!
